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Chapter I

Breaking on the shore of the beach line, the waves are cresting so valiantly The white mist atop the water spires, dance in the sun light of a summer’s warm day Casting shadow as it rolls across the sky The clouds that appeared from anywhere but nowhere All time stands still as the thunder begins to rumble, the waves in their highest crest, as if frozen water The fish in their leisurely water filled world All stop in mid stroke of the not so long before peaceful harmony The light breeze that carried away all worries now stands still in mid gust All of time stands still But the thunder of the seemingly alive black clouds still rumbles All time and all things stand still, but the thunder still rumbles With the final crack of thundering that is throughout the black clouds rumbling All is as it was Time starts to move again as if new life was breathed in The cresting waves come and anew the life of the fish in their leisure filled water with no ruing for the loss of the loved The breeze of sweet worriless dreams continues in mid gust as the clouds of black return to the dust, or whatever place created such a vile intruding force of no coerce.

As night filled the sky the day draws to a close End old things and making way for new It is the end of something but also the beginning This is a compromise Shed the old put on the new Things may be lost but they may be re gained Do not fret over what is lost and regained, for it brings a renewed vigor A new start on the old end But never a true end nor a new beginning.